Well meh laddie, I have to return back to the front line of the bar, it is no easy job to run a place such as this.
* Flexes his right arm as though to show bulking muscles but he instead shows something closer to a stick of jelly *
Feel free to look around and gain a feel for the passers by, there be lots to do here.
* Goes back to the bar to answer a call from a heated barbarian for ale. *
* Realizing that the ale barrels are coming to naught in about a couple of days he calls over to his wench. *
Remind meh to get some more of that brew from East City, it selleth real good here.
* She nods in agreement as a drunk calls her over for her lack of stealth in dealing him his flask of spirit. *
*Notes his cup be low. Lifts two finger and points to mug.*
No need to wait till it be empty keep me pocket is not empty...yet.
*Looks at the scrawny fellow who is scared to use a real blade.*
Perhaps my friend if you grew arms instead of sticks out of ye shoulders a real blade would not scare ye so. But ye are right Dragons are not the fiend one should fear it be the two legged types.
Yes Sir!
* He brings the cooling liquid to the parched man, and with little urgency almost seems nonchalant in asking... *
Ye be from these parts? I do not recall they face, for thou has a face I would remember.
* His ears cocks back, he thinks to himself if he is hearing right *
Did you say the South?
* The rest of the tavern stays silent all looking across the room at the mention of "South" *
If you are from the South then you must be...
* He pauses and awaits a reply, so does the rest of the tavern with some of them slowly gripping the hilt of their weapons. *
*Roars with laughter ...wiping a tear from his eye.*
You thinks wrong very wrong scrawny one...The world does not stop out you puny gate full of exiles. Do I look like one who hang with such cowards are those?
*Squints real hard at the puny twig of a man.* I am here just to further me training, then I go so far north that the world freezes and there is the one I seek revenge on.
In the mean time if any have issues wid me words I be glad to relieve them of their hides. *pats his ugly axe meaningfully.*
* He places his bottom lip on top of his top lip and after a brief sigh he nods as thought it were in agreement. The rest of the tavern go about their conversations and drinks as normal. *
Right, I shall be back to work.
* He motions to one of the wenches to see the this table, and then goes back to the bar's counter with a walk of a barbarian without muscles. *